White Fang Knew The Law Well: To

The Scab Is A Traitor To His God, His Mother, And His Class.

Not All The Monsters Have Fangs.

Where Others Have Hearts, He Carries A Tumor Of Rotten Principles.

I Did Not Begin When I Was Born, Nor When I Was Conceived. I Have Been Growing, Developing, Through Incalculable Myriads Of Millenniums... All My Previous Selves Have Their Voices, Echoes, Promptings In Me... Oh, Incalculable Times Again Shall I Be Born.

The Word Is Too Weak. There Is No Word In The Language Strong Enough To Describe My Feelings.